More Wreck More Wreck

Poetry. Like Frank O’Hara, Gobble wears work-shirts to the opera and his feet are bare–these poems aren’t just one thing, or another, they are instead stuffed with so much energy that they are spilling all over the pages. Like industrious, tiny humans, they seep everywhere, sprawling across memories and dreams, carrying with them scars and shreds of real hope. Even better, MORE WRECK MORE WRECK is bubbling with the absolutely kick ass beauty of a great imagination let loose.–Peter Davis

The insatiable, insightful poems in MORE WRECK MORE WRECK are full of honest devotion to this messed- up world. With a keen eye for the particulars that speak the whole–church bulletins and abortions, tofu turkey and American flag boxer shorts, broken down bald eagles and business lunches–Tyler Gobble sweeps us up in a flood of daily paradises lost and found. Beneath their fast moving surfaces, these are serious poems compelled by crosscurrents of hope and fear, sadness and joy, confusion and clarity. ‘It’s not like one’s chest explodes suddenly with tongues.’ Except here in Gobble’s work it’s just like that, and every one of them has something to say.–Lisa Olstein

Tyler Gobble’s MORE WRECK MORE WRECK pulls me out of my everyday sadness, reminds me to embrace the electric wonder of childhood. Stop asking how I make money, Gobble screams, and start being hypnotized by lightning again! These poems ask for permission and possibility, hopefulness’s redecoration in a purely American landscape of community calendars, rollercoasters, pizza parties, front porches, politics, pet dogs, and tank tops. These poems live in ‘the carnival of what is, ‘ and they shout from the rooftops: live! live!–Alexis Orgera